A touch upon my forehead
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a kiss so soft and warm
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a smile that faded in the night
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that never meant me harm
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he lives inside a special place
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that's deep inside of me
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sheltered by my feelings
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that no one else will see
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Chorus:
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A whisper from Marseilles
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a whisper from a friend
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that drifts along an empty shore
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his love he tries to send
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Imagining an ocean
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riding on the waves
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things we used to talk about
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the things we used to crave
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no footsteps left behind him
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or voice that can be heard
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no questions left to ask now
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love was the final word
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Chorus
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All things living, moving, breathing
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all we want to see
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all things living, moving breathing
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all we'll ever be
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Chorus
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A WHISPER FROM MARSEILLES (FOR JULIEN)
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| The Renaissance |
